Lyrics:
know what to do
So afraid of growing old
I don't want to become part of the mold
I don't want the times to change or me
Year by year - day by day
at what they made me
I'm part of the reason they still Crippin' out in Brooklyn
Before I was an artist I would book 'em, mm
Push ya shit back while
ain't no punk
Remember nights when you would call me you was letting out pain
On days when I be feeling down you helped me get through the rain
And I been
Pull up I grip my pump
Red light don’t give a fuck
Shooting u and I’m dropping your junk
Man down got shot by punk
Talk shit but I really don’t give
[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
i...> *echo*
(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!)
see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still keep talking shit to me punk
'Cause your magazine's over in less than six months
Haha
see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still keep talking shit to me punk
'Cause your magazine's over in less than six months
Haha
, knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
should I call when I'm shot and bleedin'
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream
Dope got me hatin' fiends, schema wit' my team, just a chosen
and some in jumbo
The landlord is finished but before I go
I'll give a shout out to Quest and my fellow Jungle Bros
Knocked by the dock of the bay by
and some in jumbo
The landlord is finished but before I go
I'll give a shout out to Quest and my fellow Jungle Bros
Knocked by the dock of the bay by
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
of the time I be lit by myself
Nice with the aim shootin like Steph
All these drugs I be killin myself
Stay on that drank and I'm feeling myself
Most
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
[Steve Austin]
So Shadow, I understand you're having similar problems
but I'd be broke
By the punk, I'm opening up my trunk
To reveal debt, living it up my life is like a story
Yelling it, 'cause nobody else is telling
part of life
Tell the truth you might even go through it twice
Learn from each mistake till you get it right
Respect to the one who's always putting up
dead, so now you got ta deal wit' me
and ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo'
'cause i'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episode
slit 'em open
should I call when I'm shot and bleedin'
Indeed the possibility has part a chase in cream
Dope got me hatin' fiends, schema wit' my team, just a chosen
they'll all catch a bang-bang
I come from the Bronx and not the Boogie Down
Niggaz don't ever come and front in my part of town
See everybody
[Chorus]
Help me please
I'm blinded by my tears and I just can't see
So many devils tryin' to recycle my soul
Cause in the ghetto where I
can ask Ced, I been letting niggas have it
Never gave a fuck about a nigga out here trapping
All these weak, punk ass niggas ain't got no cash
Steady
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